Descending

In dark of night,
among the trees,
Safety can’t be found
Frantic fear,
dreaded confrontation,
No hideaway in sight

Should I wait,
let you catch me
No longer can I outrun you

Each time, you take a little more
Leaving less spirit than before
No memory left, no tracks to trace
No proof of your existence

I lay down one final time

Internal death sets me free